He laughs.
He jokes.
He loves.
He snuggles (but not too long, because it's weird).
He sports tattoos like a rebel.
He saves lives. Literally.
He is logical.
He is real.
He can fix anything. Literally.
He invents things when there isn't a device to get the job done.
He put the handy in manny.
He makes his uniform blush.
He is outdoorsy.
He is indoorsy.
He is whatever doorsy we are being that day.
He is blonde.
He has muscles. Lots.
He cooks.
He takes time and teaches my children what matters.
He prays.
He says thank you.
He holds the door for me.
He rushes to help elderly people.
He understands dude time with his boys.
He watches me.
He brags about his kids.
He comes to church with us.
He sits through musicals.
He wears jeans like a champ.
He is not afraid of heights or dangerous situations or fires.
He tells me he loves me, and he means it.
He rolls in a minivan.
He reminds my girls they are beautiful.
He says "bless you" when I sneeze.
He's mine.
Thank you for being a seriously excellent partner in this parenting experiment. Our kids are rad. They will always be better people because you are their dad. I didn't mean to rhyme, but you are worth it. Happy Father's Day Mike The Man Brewer.
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